About a month ago I wrote about our visit to a TacoMac in Atlanta to try their ominously named "death" wings, which, while not nearly as fatal as the name implies, were certainly the spiciest I've ever eaten. Yesterday I came across a bottle of Stubb's Wicked Chicken Wing Sauce that I picked up somewhere along the way, but had never tried, so I used it to make a batch of wings on the man-stove. It turns out the "wicked" part is not understated, as these had a flavor quite reminiscent of those aforementioned death wings, and might even be a touch hotter. I find this surprising, as this seems a quantum leap past the level of spiciness that the typical person is willing to eat, and it seems odd to find such a product on a store shelf without being labeled to indicate just what you are getting into by eating them; something like "death," or perhaps a skull and crossbones. I'm working on a new scheme for naming foods based on their spiciness, and I think these qualify for the most extreme level, which is "weapons-grade."

Hey, today marks this year's return of one of the most violent things you'll see on television. Of course I speak of the Giants/Eagles game. On a much more family-friendly note, Boardwalk Empire also returns.

Sepharo wrote on Sep 26, 2011, 18:55:Ah leave it to some Wikipedian to describe in one long sentence what I was pondering:

"While some point to the small towns and agricultural communities in Kansas, Iowa, the Dakotas, and Nebraska of the Great Plains as representative of traditional Midwestern lifestyles and values, others assert that the declining Rust Belt cities of the Great Lakes Ė with their histories of 19th- and early-20th-century immigration, manufacturing base, and strong Catholic influence Ė are more representative of the Midwestern experience."

Eh. When you grow up in the Northeast those are both the same.Telling that to people around here is massively entertaining, too, haha. The northern snob stereotype is entirely true.